At bed time I often make something up for my children, a poem, a story, something. I’m sharing this little one with you all. It’s not the best, far from it but, they liked it.

I dream’t of my aunt

she wanted a kiss,

I gave a big shudder

I wish I could miss,

Walking on a chessboard

I stood beside a knight,

The air around him deadly

imagine my sheer fright,

So scared I ran

across the board,

A battle around me

as each side fought and scored,

Stepping through the shrubbery

I entered a hollow clearing,

And then a deafening noise

just what could I be hearing,

A giant bird swooped down

it’s talons all bright red,

Shouting I awoke

as I tumbled out of bed,

I thundered down the hallway

into my parents room,

Dad snoring my mom sleeping

as I looked into the gloom,

I heard a creak in the hall and scrambled

over my dads feet,

Up beside my mom

and with a warm hug she did greet,

Just as I was feeling safe

I felt something creeping up my thigh,

And as I was….

….about to shriek….

mom said “Anthony! Your scaring your brother…. Why?”

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As my boys like to play tricks and scare one another this gives giggles and the phrases “Yeah and it was me that scared you!” “You just wait till your asleep, I’m gonna get you”. And others. Followed by more laughter. 🙂

In to deep to say goodbye….
Oh lord please help,
I need a little courage,little wisdom,little faith,
Faith….
faith in myself to tell the difference,
I’ve been running down the wrong path,
banging on the wrong door,
Thinking I was right but no I’m wrong,
how can I have not seen for so long,
That night, the outside bar, she sat on a stool,
I remember no reflection in the pool,
How could I have not seen
the consequences that would mean?
Did I never care?
her reflection wasn’t there….
She looked at me
with hunger bright,
A victim caught within her light,
Entrapment it was there
and still I didn’t care….
I didn’t have the faith I needed
beauty…. one of her many a tool,
And with desire, I was so blinded
to no reflection in the pool….

Farmer and farmers wife are sleeping, farmers daughter and baby are sleeping.

The Farmers family get up very, very early.

Shush! Lets be quiet not to wake them

Lets go back to the pond but, shush! Lets be quiet.

Lets go back through the grass and back up the big oak tree. Shush! We must be quiet….

Slowly we look up through the fluffy clouds, up at the sparkly stars. We look at the big bright moon.

The world is asleep….

Ssshhuusshhh!

Good night!

The above was written for my 2yr old with the emphasis on being quiet and the fact that she has to shush! Hope you all like it. I found its just long enough that as I finish telling her it, her eyes are closing for sleep!